A simple question turned out to be such an interesting discussion, and I thought to post it here. I bless the day F came into my life back in the 4th grade. She makes everything so...effortless. I hate her. And, yet I love her.
Lease: Hey, I need your style expertise. I have a wedding to attend in October – need your help finding a dress. Knowing my issues – I need your recommendations. Need ideas. If I can’t find anything – I will probably wear an old one, but would like to see another perspective… Help.
F: Where is said wedding?
Lease: Nueva York. Long Island.
10 minutes later I get this reply.
F: Here are some options:
As I was going through the selection, I get another email.
F: One more. Pile on chunky pearls and wear strappy heels to make it more fun versus “office wear”.
Lease: I actually like #2 (of the first 4 choices; top right; in navy). 50's vibe. Can I wear these boots? Can you find something that will go with the boots? Or, am I totally ruining it for you? No?
F: Please don’t, my dear. Don’t wear boots to a wedding.
Lease: I thought so. (Yeah, right.)
F: This may work with the dress.
Then again, this one looked really nice, too.
What would I do without stylish friends like F? Now, you know why I love her. Only she can tell it like it is.